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House: Slytherin
Year: 1
Category: Drabble.
Prompt: [Speech] I don't want to go.
Word Count: 218.
This is a story written for the House Competition.
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"I don't want to go." Snape cried as he sat on the floor of the Shrieking shack, bleeding to death. He had to make amends for all the wrongs that he made, and all the hurt that he has caused. He felt so stupid for not bringing any healing potions, the one time that he needed it the most. He was not ready to go yet. He promised himself that he would take care of Harry after the war. He couldn't bear to see Lily's son suffer anymore, despite his initial dislike for the boy. Hate was too much of a burden and he was so tired of the grudges he held towards everyone.
Severus had looked forward to the day the Dark Lord was defeated. He wanted a new beginning, a fresh start and all that hope was being taken away from him. He was not allowed a chance at redemption anymore, and he cried for the loss of his soul. A price he paid for being a coward. He had tried so hard to save Lily, to save himself, to save the boy, but at the end, he could not save anyone. He was dying and all he could do was regret. And as he took his last breath, he whispered, "I don't want to go."